becoming.

she is becoming.

she is becoming the result of third eye focus, believing who you are and white jeans buttoning beautifully on her skin.

she is becoming each bead on a strand adding up to boundless flow.

she is becoming hands wearing time, a drunken cherry wave of giddiness.

she is becoming the calm after the awakening which is the waves of mama ocean.

she is becoming her own wildwood.

she makes a mug of tea, cups it in her hands and warms her body in preparation for the journey through the trails of mud, ferns, naps, movement and new faces of love.